With hope fluttering in my heart from the little TTR's words, I prayed a bit and gabbled a lot as DH drove me to the St Johns campus of the hospital about 15 minutes away. We left the little turquoise lady behind to catch a taxi - she wasn't ready and they told us to get moving. I prayed for her - she was all alone with no-one to hold her hand. She was Brave.
We did all the admission things and were seated in the waiting room. DH got out our books and Kazam the volunteer appeared to take us to the ward. The anesthetist had been waiting for me since 8.30 am she said, chomping his nails and nagging the nurses to death. I hope he charges the BSS for his time and not me.
It was 11.45 and I was dressed in white stockings and a striped gown by 12. A burly bloke came to one handedly wheel my bed to the theatre. DH walked beside us and all too quickly I was nearly upside down at the top of the loop. "Take my glasses" kiss goodbye and whoosh into theatre.
People in funny caps and outfits all over the place, and a decidedly un- Houselike, un Greyslike appearance to the whole place. Overcrowded and messy I thought. I was rolled onto a thin bed and given a warm yellow blanket. My left arm was taken and laid out on a cross beam. My right was held by the anesthetist, and the nurse held my right hand. Was that my BSS in a white showercap, and pink?? scrubs? Was he doing deep breathing? The Anesthetist could not find a vein so they moved down my arm. They swam in my vision, and I was upside down.
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